Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

(1 September 1855 - 13 December 1909 / Omsk)

Harmony - Poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky

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In midst of waves, there are the silver beads
And scraped by time paints of the white enamel …
I so like the morns which autumn breeds,
For their caress, so short and so gentle.

And I do like the foam on the shore,
When it again is whitening in mire,
And, greedy, I am hiding here a store
Of hazy days, while skies are full of fire.

But somewhere there, they’re roaming in flame,
The same ones as I am, without name and number,
And somebody’s young being – just the same –
Instead of me, is ceasing in sad amber.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010



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